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Posh shows her baby to the **** press Gaga gets out her milky white ******* and all I think is of the new world we are so ****** ******* As time resist saying no no we push it aside for here we go they pay more for a football player then charities seeking world peace This is the justice of the modern age maybe I will be the same, be a total Runt pray to God saying none should survive all on this backward world should die This world is full of *** holes and prats it's November but the turkey is getting fat yet children in 3rd world sh*t holes will just be starving with no Christmas cheer The puritanical plastic smiles on news updates they will say with the Devil in their eyes happy Christmas you mug proletarians as they look at a black lens, thinking it your face One by one my kind will wake you look deep into your eyes to see if you care but I know what will come of it there will be death everywhere Shove the whole lot on a big red bus the biggest bus in the world and burn it, burn it out till all the cankerous sores have been rid of Christmas is coming the goose is a ***** and the angels of death will be knocking at your door By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
Christmas is Coming And All Will Be Dead
Posh shows her baby to the **** press Gaga gets out her milky white ******* and all I think is of the new world we are so ****** ******* As time resist saying no no we push it aside for here we go they pay more for a football player then charities seeking world peace This is the justice of the modern age maybe I will be the same, be a total Runt pray to God saying none should survive all on this backward world should die This world is full of *** holes and prats it's November but the turkey is getting fat yet children in 3rd world sh*t holes will just be starving with no Christmas cheer The puritanical plastic smiles on news updates they will say with the Devil in their eyes happy Christmas you mug proletarians as they look at a black lens, thinking it your face One by one my kind will wake you look deep into your eyes to see if you care but I know what will come of it there will be death everywhere Shove the whole lot on a big red bus the biggest bus in the world and burn it, burn it out till all the cankerous sores have been rid of Christmas is coming the goose is a ***** and the angels of death will be knocking at your door By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
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